Ramagi

If you’re following me on Instagram (@bethanyinuganda), you know that a week ago I got a kitten. He was maybe eight weeks old and had been abandoned by his mother in Fort Portal where one of my fellow PCVs found him and his brother. I wish I were writing this blog post under better circumstances, but my kitten died last night. I had begun to look at names, and I really liked Ramagi, which means “fighter” in Rutooro. He was such a small thing, only skin and bones, so one can’t be sure why he died, but right now all I want is a teleportation device. I want to go home. Not for good, but just for a day so I can have a hug from my Momma and pet my Addie baby. I’ve now been away from home for more than four months, and that’s about double as long as I’ve ever been home. This week especially, I have started to really feel like I fit in here, but something like this just brings me back to a place of extreme homesickness. Ramagi made me feel like my house was a home, and now it’s just a house again, waiting to be a home. Right now I’m just praying for God’s comfort, and I hope you’ll join me.